Versuri YG – Bulletproof ft. Jay 305 Lyrics

Bulletproof versuri

Stay dangerous
Stay dangerous
Stay dangerous
Stay dangerous

They like, “YG, why you so extra’d out?”
‘Cause I pull up in a drop, like b*tch check me out
I don’t drive no Tesla, I got too much clout
Take it out her pussy hole, put it in her mouth
Ooh, they like, “Damn that n*gga nasty”
Yeah, f*ckin’ on a b*tch that’s classy
Yeah, the dick was good, she harassed me
Yeah, then I nutted on them ass cheeks
2′s, 3′s, 4′s and 5′s, eight hunnid, nine hunnid on mine
I commit crimes all the time, I convince my homies to slide
Take this pistol, you down to ride?
Cock the pistol, it’s hammer time
Paparazzi, I’m tryna hide
F*ck the b*tch, she traumatized
Yeah, just when thinkin’ you surpassed me
Yeah, me and Mustard link and we go hammy
Yeah, we both ’bout to cop the Lambies
Yeah, valet the ’64 at the Grammys

Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like what it do?
Heard you don’t like me, well n*gga f*ck you too
Heard you tryna wife her up, I’m tryna pipe her loose
All my n*ggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth
Big Ps, Big Bs, n*gga suu whoop
(Brr, brr) Hello? What it Ru?
900 block, back down to the deuce
I’m the man, b*tch I walk ’round like I’m bulletproof

Ooh, Jay 305, why you extra’d out?
Ooh, pull up to your house to pack your daddy out
Yeah, sexy lil’ vegan want it right now
She don’t even eat meat, but she gon’ eat it now
Ooh, devil on my back and I’m set trippin’
I got stabbed six times, homie my mind different
Stay Dangerous in LA, if you gang affiliated
South Central most hated, watch out
Ooh, Khloe Kardashian in my t-shirt
For you hatin’ ass n*gga, I know that gotta hurt
Ghetto superstar since I was 16 versuri.us
Now I got a billboard on Crenshaw and King
Yeah, all around the world like Ice Cube
Pimp a b*tch, f*ck peace in all my interviews
Gettin’ rich, f*ck a b*tch, cracker f*ck your rules
Porsche coupe, two b*tches, I’m the f*ckin’ truth

Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like what it do?
Heard you don’t like me, well n*gga f*ck you too
Heard you tryna wife her up, I’m tryna pipe her loose
All my n*ggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth
Big Ps, Big Bs, n*gga suu whoop
(Brr, brr) Hello? What it Ru?
900 block, back down to the deuce
I’m the man, b*tch I walk ’round like I’m bulletproof